Saturday, January 7, 2012

Meet Desmond.


Poor Desmond.  He was left behind.  Forgotten.  Left to fend for himself.  
(At a ballet school, of all places for a Dino to be left.)
So he hid under a chair, waiting until it was quiet, 
until all ballet slippered feet had disappeared from the halls.

But what is a Dino supposed to do in a ballet school?

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